I was stunned by the following outcomes of the poetry evening hosted by Krystof, each line in each poem written by a different person, under a different theme, not knowing the lines written by the others, and yet with such incredible vibes and harmony (some of them even rhyme!); the title was assigned by each of us after we have read the poems together:
Journey
She was in red
Live long my good enemies
Home, my home, loving home, my home
Life is wrapping me gently
The Images of the Drunkards
Hot people in wine cages
Bitterness distilled into sweetness
Speaking the words of wisdom
I was seeing her in every woman
Exhaust
The blossoming youth
Life is longer than two minutes
And love is a strange word nowadays
And something hairy will suck you out
Gramophone
To shut the eyes and to open the lips like curtain
And life shouldn't be forgotten
Why did you hurt me my uni love
Music from the water, falling, falling, falling
I thought I would share these on this sunny, poetic morning!
